Some judge a man, by the way he shakes a hand and if he looks them in the eye. By the way he keeps his cool by the way he treats a fool and all the things that he can buy, and his shoes, how they shine. Oh, but I admit that I judge a man by the woman her smile, the light up in her eyes the way she holds him when they dance. She's the window to his soul His best friend don't ya know Judge a day by the sun but you judge a man by the woman. You could spend all day, watch him work and play get to know his habits and his friends Learn what makes him laugh and pry into his past what makes him cry, what makes him sing You may think that you can see right through Oh, but the best thing you can do-oo-oooh Is judge a man by the woman her smile, the light up in her eyes the way she holds him when they dance. She's the window to his soul His best friend don't ya know Judge a day by the sun but you judge a man by the woman.